Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 59 Chapter 59: Rachel, ever quick to read the situation, huffed, "Then putdown. I can walk just fine." Brian clicked his tongue, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. "You really know how to ruin the moment, don't you?" He looked almost sulky, like a spoiled prince denied his way.

Rachel saw right through him. Without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Minutes passed before he reluctantly pulled away.

With effortless grace, he swept her into his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom.

Odd, considering he had just claimed he was out of energy. He sure didn't act like it.

After tucking her in, he ran a hand through her hair and murmured, "Get srest. I'll wake you when everything's ready." She hummed sleepily.

The moment Brian stepped downstairs, he dialed Ronald. "Do you have everything?" Ronald hesitated before answering. "At this hour, the supermarkets are closed. I couldn't find high-quality beef anywhere." Ronald had tackled high-stakes business deals, negotiated under pressure, and solved impossible problems, but late-night grocery shopping? That was a new one.

Brian didn't waver. "Check with restaurants. They'll have fresh stock. Pay extra if needed, but don't settle for anything less than the best." "Understood. I'll handle it immediately." As always, Ronald wasted no time. When Brian was ready to cook, the ingredients were already there, neatly delivered by Ronald.

Within twenty minutes, the kitchen was alive with the rich, mouthwatering scent of freshly cooked food. Fresh updates now on galn VelsSensing his job was done, Ronald spoke up. "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way." “Hold on," Brian said, handing him a plate. “Try this." Ronald took a bite, and his eyes lit up. Giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up, he said, “This is amazing. You could compete with top chefs." Brian, unimpressed, kept his expression serious. "Don't just flatter me. Be honest." Ronald felt a twinge of exasperation. He wasn't lying. “I swear on my life, I meant every word." "Fine. You can leave now." Ronald sighed, turned on his heel, and made sure to shut the door quietly behind him. This was just Brian being Brian. When Brian needed something, Ronald was indispensable. But once the job was done? He was dismissed without a second thought.

After ensuring every detail of his work was just right for a flawless presentation, an unexpected wave of nervousness hit Brian. He rubbed his hands together before making his way upstairs.

Rachel had drifted off for a bit, but while her eyes were still sleepy, she wasn't actually tired anymore. She simply wanted to bask in the warmth of the blankets a little longer.

"Tto get up," Brian murmured, crouching beside her. His deep, velvety voice carried a mesmerizing warmth. Still groggy and slightly annoyed, Rachel quietly turned her back to him.

Brian moved to her other side, grinning. “Alright, sleepyhead, tto get up.” She tugged the blanket over her head, clearly set on not moving. "What if I just slept until morning? That sounds nice, doesn't it?" Her muffled voice drifted through the fabric, soft and sweet, like a gentle whisper. The sound sent a warm pressure through his chest.

"Be good now. You haven't eaten for hours, and you never sleep without a bath," he coaxed.

But Rachel stayed silent, refusing to budge.

Ten seconds of patience was all he could spare before going for his last resort. Without warning, he lifted her- blanket and all-and carried her straight to the living room.

This time, Rachel found herself genuinely flustered. The moment they reached the living room, she peeked out from under the blanket. "Alright, alright. Putdown already." Her face, warmed from being bundled up, had taken on a soft, rosy glow, making her features even more delicate.

As she absentmindedly licked her lips, Brian's gaze deepened, a flicker of emotion darkening his eyes.

As she stood barefoot, it suddenly hit her. "Wait! I forgot my shoes." Expecting him to go fetch them, she was caught off guard when he simply scooped her up and set her on the dining table instead.

The table was elegantly set, with a covered dish waiting at its center. Rachel gave him a puzzled look. "That's it? You only ordered one thing?" "Go on, take a look." She lifted the cover and gasped. An appetizing taco sat before her, its rich aroma filling the air. Her eyes lit up instantly, gleaming with excitement.

"Wait... you made this?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief.

"Taste it," Brian urged.

Rachel glanced at the taco before her. It was overflowing with toppings, making it look incredibly generous and inviting. With a thoughtful expression, she picked it up and took a bite.

The moment the flavors hit her tongue, a delighted smile spread across her face. “This is incredible! This might be the most delicious taco I've ever had. Thank you, Brian.” Within a few minutes, Rachel had finished it. Seeing her savor every bite filled Brian with a deep, quiet satisfaction.

"This is really amazing," she exclaimed, still in awe. "Where did you get it from?" Brian chuckled, unable to hold back his amusement. It seemed she still assumed it was takeout, completely oblivious to the fact that he had cooked it himself.

With only a few days left until Carol's birthday banquet, there wasn't much tto prepare Rachel had decided to attend the banquet first before making her way back to Amberfield. But then, Samira called with worrying news: Jeffrey wasn't handling things well emotionally.

They had reassured Jeffrey that Rachel had urgent matters to handle and would visit him in a few days. Though he seemed to accept it at first, his behavior afterward raised concern. Ever since Rachel left, he had locked himself away in his room, refusing to step out. No matter how much Samira or Trey tried to persuade him-whether with gentle words or firm encouragement-nothing seemed to work. At first, Jeffrey nibbled on his food during meals, but by the second day, he refused to eat anything at all. Running out of options, Samira turned to Rachel for help.

Rachel tried calling Jeffrey right away, but he ignored every single call, most likely upset with her.

With no other choice, she called Samira back. "Can you turn the camera toward Jeffrey? I need to see him.” On-screen, Jeffrey sat on the floor, completely absorbed in his game. His focus was so intense, it was as if the outside world didn't exist.

Rachel hesitated for a moment before speaking gently. "Jeffrey, it's Pythag me. I'm really sorry I had to leave so khad to leave so suddenly without talking to you first. Are you mad at me? I promise I'll be back today. But until then, can you please listen to Samira and eat something?" But Jeffrey didn't react. His attention remained fixed on his game.

A wave of frustration and concern washed over Rachel.

Before she could say anything else, Brian took the phone from her. His deep, firm voice effortlessly broke through the tense atmosphere.